#𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝟬𝟬𝟭 ━ plata o plomo.

[hammurabicomplex-a2]

i promised some  cartel background  and i must oblige.   this is mainly referring to my muses’  main verse,  which is set around the 1980s-1990s,  but it can be adapted to fit a more modern concept.   it is the verse i highly prefer to use in plots,  often prioritized over others.

javier carosella,  patricia’s father,  became a notorious criminal within the state of chihuahua before pat was even born.   in the then-small dusty border town of ojinaga,  he created a system for smuggling weed and heroin across the border to the united states.

eventually,  he relocated to ciudad juárez,  where he founded the  frontera cartel,  the name given due to his border-based operations.

javier became an extremely powerful and well-known drug lord,  so much that long after his death the name  carosella  still holds prestige and influence.

when javier was killed,  two men took up the leadership of the frontera cartel:  ángel martinez,  javier’s long-time friend,  and his cousin benjamín ortíz.   despite their strong leadership,  they just did not have the same ability to deal with allies and rivals as javier did.   many conflicts arose as others saw javier’s death as an opportunity to try to take control over la frontera’s territories,  trafficking routes,  and influence over the mexican government.

up until pat joined la frontera,  they still only dealt mostly with marijuana trafficking.   she would not move to their base in las vegas until many years later.

in the 70s and early 80s,  a majority of the cocaine smuggled to the united states was trafficked by colombian drug cartels through florida and the caribbean sea.   this changed in the mid 80s,  when they were looking to shift their operations to mexico and pat used her connections to strike a deal for the frontera cartel.   they moved the cocaine from colombia to the u.s. in multi-ton shipments,  asking not for cash payments but for a 50% cut of all the cocaine transported.   this was  extremely profitable,  and soon cocaine was the main priority of la frontera.

in regards to my muses' positions in the frontera cartel,  patricia and román both work within logistics of cocaine trafficking;  pat in supply chain management,  román as the head of transportation.

[hammurabicomplex-a2]

❝    CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?    ❞

it’s a  rethorical question,   as she doesn’t pay attention to his reply,   nor does she give him much time to answer;   only enough to place a cigarette between  her lips and light it up with a flick of her thumb over the lighter.     the cigarette case rests between them,   open,   a silent invitation for him to take one if he wishes.

❝    why do you do this?     i mean━━   money,   sure.     but you’re already rich as it is.    ❞      so is she,   of course,   even if that doesn’t stop her.     but she wouldn’t deny having an ulterior motive if asked.      ❝    so is that all?    ❞

@parieur​   ;   ♡

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HER EYES MIGHT BE ON THE PHONE SCREEN,   but it’s as if she can feel his gaze on her.     not continuously,   but settling back on her face for just a fraction of a second   ━━   more specifically,   on the darkening bruise on her cheekbone;   the result of benjamín’s latest rampage.

❝    stop staring at it.    ❞      he’s not,   yet she feels as if she’s under a spotlight,   the weight of the world’s attention right on the top of her reddened cheekbone.      le chiffre has probably heard the fight.     anyone  within a five mile radius heard it.     still,   she finds herself attempting to regain some of her dignity with a blatant lie.      ❝    it was an accident.     i took a fall.    ❞

@parieur​    :    ♡

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❝    I NEED SOMETHING  EFFICIENT.     but discreet,  too.     preferably small enough to fit into a suitcase.    ❞      explosives are  his  area of expertise,   not hers,   but she sure has very specific demands for it.     a very high budget,   too,   but they’ll get to that once she’s certain he’s the right person for the job.       ❝    do you think you can do that?    ❞

@cracknoir​​   ;   ♡

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❝    CAN’T SLEEP?    ❞      she’s back from work;   temporarily,   at least.     her phone stays in her pocket,   and pat knows it might light up with a call asking her to come back in at any minute.     any possibility of getting some real sleep is doomed for her tonight.      ❝    pesadillas,   ¿de nuevo?    ❞

@crestazul​   ;   ♡

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THERE’S CERTAIN INFORMATION ABOUT HER   that should never be revealed,   never see the light of day until it’s ready to be put into the world.     her plans against benjamín,   the near  suicidal  mission to kill him and take his throne   ━━   having those come to light makes her feel almost as if she’s completely  bare  before the other,   every secret she’s spent years hiding forcefully exposed.

still,   she doesn’t lose her composure.      ❝    es un  hombre de negocios.     como yo.    ❞      which means,   they can  negotiate.     she approaches in slow steps,   as careful and calculated as her words.      ❝    ortíz would kill me if he found out about this.     yet,   here i am.     which means you kept it to yourself.    ❞      questions buzz inside her brain;   for how long does he know?     what is he planning?     it’s not the time to ask them,   yet they hang heavy in the air between the two of them.      ❝    why?    ❞

@leopardos​​    :    ♡

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@parieur​   :   ♤ N.SFW / INTIMACY.   sel. accepting.

♤  for my muse to help yours undress

WHEN HE TOUCHES HER,   it’s not a surprise.     she’s been waiting for it for what feels like the entire day;   whenever their eyes met across the room during a business meeting,   surrounded by people and unable to do anything other than sneak looks at each other every now and again,   the air around them thick with tension when she’d taken a seat beside him,   perhaps just a little bit  closer  than necessary.

so when they’re finally alone in her office,   and his hand finds its way over the small of her back   ━━   the touch is expected,   and welcome.     there’s a shift in the air,   as if he can tell just how much that simple gesture brings her body alive even though all she does is continue to stand beside her desk,   back facing him,   looking over the contents in the black folder he’d handed her just a minute ago.

his fingertips wander upwards,   just the  ghost  of a touch but it’s enough to have her cheeks flush,   to send goosebumps all over her body.     they briefly settle on top of her shoulder,   and pat has to bite her bottom lip around a soft moan as he slowly,   torturously slow,   drags the zipper of her dress down and open.

she shifts a little bit,   just enough to allow the black fabric to fall to the floor,   her bra following suit in no time.      she doesn’t turn to face le chiffre just yet,   but she can’t help the way her body arches,   the way she leans back into him as his hands continue to explore her body;   playing with her nipples,   sliding down the curve of her waist,   gently pushing her hair over one shoulder so he can kiss the side of her neck.

as  intoxicating  as it is to just let him take charge,   tease her until she’s whimpering pleas into the air,   pat can’t resist reaching for one of his hands at some point.     she leads it down into the fabric of her panties,   using him to rub herself where she’s already soaked.     a soft  oh  leaves her lips as he picks up his own pace despite her hand that’s still covering his.

finally,   he pushes the last garment down until it,   too,   falls at her feet.     pat quickly steps out of her shoes and the tangle of clothes on the floor and turns to him,   bare and unashamed.      she allows him one moment to stare at her,   gaze running down her body almost  reverently,   before she pulls him in for a kiss,   much rougher and more urgent than the previous touches.      she pulls at the fabric of his shirt,   with not near the same amount of care and consideration he’d had for her dress,   fumbling with the buttons there,   and into his lips she whispers the first words they’d said to each other tonight,

❝    take it off.    ❞

[hammurabicomplex-a2]

@streetsofsecrets​   :   ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ from lil ice who would die for his gang

❝    I DID INVITE YOU,    ❞      she reminds him.      ❝    two days ago.     you said,   i’m not a little kid who can’t stay home alone for an hour.     or something along those lines.    ❞

there are things pat will silently wonder with herself,   but not voice them to sal.     like if his recent hostility towards her has something to do with the  big news  she shared recently,   or if this was how he acted when it was his mother who was pregnant.     but,   judging by the way stefani had kicked him out after the baby was born,   by the way she seems more loving with her youngest son than she’s ever been with sal,   pat supposes she can’t blame him for being aprehensive,   and it’s her role as a caretaker to offer reassurance.

❝    it was just baby stuff and then a quick dinner afterwards.     you would’ve been bored.    ❞      the doctor checkup had actually been rather quick,   and she and román had spent the remaining time having dinner,   but she figures it’s best not to mention that.      ❝    i’ve got the day off tomorrow,   though.     we could do something together.    ❞